Living With Dimensia

How often we complain That memories are a pain How often we say I wish I couldn’t remember We never know what we are saying We just know how to whine Ever saw a blank face with haunting eyes A familiar person scanning you for who you are A familiar person with whom you share so many memories But fails to recognize you Heart breaks into hundred pieces When he asks you a simple question “Who are you?” “What are you doing here?’’ “Why are you holding my hand with such love?” Your emotions get knotted in your throat You feel you have nothing to say And after that, what you remember forever Is that familiar blank face with haunting eyes……..